Chapter 1
Jane looked down from the window in her room to the courtyard below. She had come to view this as her room even though it was more like a prison cell. It was comfortable enough. Actually, it was almost opulent in its elegance. She had a spacious private bath, a sitting room and a bedroom with a luxurious four-poster king size bed. She even had a walk-in closet.
But it was more of a prison cell than a room. The closet was devoid of clothes, as was her body. She had been kept naked since her kidnapping. And there was no way for her to leave her room. The windows were all locked and barred. The door to the hallway was also locked and each time she had been led in or out of the room, an armed guard had been sitting outside of her door.
She watched two men get into a Jeep down below and her eyes followed them as they drove away. She recognized the one who was driving as her captor but she had never seen the other man before. She sighed and then turned and walked to the full-length mirror. The bruises and ugly welts that she had received days earlier had faded. She was as good as new now. But she knew that she would never be the same.
Thirty minutes later, the two men in the open Jeep pulled to a stop and got out. They walked about twenty yards together and then stopped before a raised, smooth, rectangular stone.
“It’s truly remarkable, Ricardo,” said one of the men. “You described it to me but I had no idea how elaborate or detailed it would be; or how huge.”
“Thank you, Sol,” smiled Ricardo. “It’s my pride and joy. There is nothing that can compare to it. In fact, there never will be anything that can compare. There is no other place on earth where such a place could legally exist.”
“That’s true,” nodded Sol. “Cuchilla is the only country in the world that allows slavery and actually promotes the adult entertainment industry.”
Ricardo laughed. “They have to promote it. Pornography represents over half of the gross domestic product. And it’s over ninety percent of the country’s exports. They would be bankrupt without what I and a few others do.”
“You were lucky that the civil war broke out. You came out quite ahead once Cuchilla became independent.” Cuchilla was the most recently formed country in South America. What had started as a civil war in Uruguay spilled over into neighboring provinces in Argentina and Brazil. After a relatively short but extremely bloody war, Cuchilla emerged from what was previously Uruguay and several of the provinces from the two nearby countries. Once the new country was established, things settled down quickly and now the country could even be described as peaceful.
While the new government was taking shape, there were heated debates regarding the nature of the society that would exist in Cuchilla. One faction pushed for retaining the conservative Catholic nature that was common to most South American countries. The other side wanted to loosen the moral stranglehold that the church imposed in this region. It was argued that the religious oversight was unnecessary and that it was actually stifling the economies in the area.
This second group created an overwhelming economic argument for its case. Adult entertainment was a one hundred fifty billion dollar industry that had no home. It was persecuted and sued and criminalized in every country on the planet. As a result, the industry was fragmented and companies came and went rapidly. They were hunted down by their governments and extinguished soon after they were created. If Cuchilla would be tolerant and create a home for the pornography industry, they could capture the lion’s share of the industry’s profit. It would bring wealth to and create jobs in the fledgling country.
Slavery was also addressed by this group. It was described as both an economic opportunity and an economic necessity. It was an opportunity because it would create a place for slavers to operate and conduct their business without fear of the authorities. This would bring trade and spending to the new country.
It was an economic necessity because, once the fighting died down, most of the men in the country had been killed. Females outnumbered males by a margin of four to one. It was imperative that the surviving females who had lost a mate or a mating opportunity have someone to look out for them. Yet the new government was in no financial position to provide such assistance. The solution was clear. Unattached females could be captured and kept as slaves. The only requirement was that they had to be fed and cared for.
The second group won and the new government adopted all of its economic proposals. Slavery was now legal and Cuchilla was quickly becoming the location of choice for pornography.
“Luck had nothing to do with it,” smiled Ricardo. “A civil war is difficult to start, but it can be done.”
Sol raised his eyebrows at the comment. “Are you saying that you had the civil war started so you could build your sex empire?”
The man quickly turned to face Sol. Anger flashed in his eyes but then dissipated as he smiled at the American who was his guest. “Sol, I’m surprised at you. Starting a civil war is illegal. I merely said that it could be done.”
Sol nodded silently, not wanting to provoke his host any further. He had known that Ricardo was a dangerous man but, until now, he had not known how dangerous. He would keep the discussion in the future focused on business. He turned back to the rectangular stone.
“Tell me about this part of the set, Ricardo.”
“We are in the jungle section now, Sol,” replied Ricardo. “This area is used for shooting movies of damsels being caught by natives. And you are standing in front of the sacrificial altar. It’s a useful prop for some of the snuff films that are shot here.”
Sol shuddered as he looked down at the polished surface of the stone and wondered how many lives had ended here. “Yes, I was aware that you also produced snuff movies. But are those films profitable?”
“Yes,” said Ricardo. “The market for them is smaller but collectors will pay handsomely for good and authentic stuff. The only downside is that it severely limits an actor’s career. I generally use a boy or girl who I have captured or bought in those. I try not to cast legitimate actors in those roles.”
Sol nodded but felt himself shudder again at the casual way that Ricardo talked about killing people. “Yes, it would definitely put an end to an actress’ career.”
This is also a good location for Amazon movies,” Ricardo added. “Most people picture the female warriors living in the jungle.”
Ricardo had already shown Sol two of the five sets that had been created. Each had unique terrain and plant life. They were currently on the jungle set and the foliage was thick and lush. The air was heavy and damp, just like one would expect in the jungle.
This was quite different from the two sets that they had just visited. They had started in the desert which was dry and hot and arid. The terrain there was flat and the only things that varied were the sand dunes. Ricardo explained that the desert set was used to film movies about Arabian slave girls. There was even an oasis, complete with camels and palm trees and a slave market.
After the desert, they had gone to the mountain set. The air was arid here too but it was cold. Snow covered the tops of several of the peaks and Ricardo said that this area was favored for films featuring beasts capturing slaves and for military themed movies. Now they were on the jungle set.
Skull Productions, the company that Ricardo owned and ran, had completed this project a year earlier. Three square miles were enclosed by electrified fences. This kept unwanted guests from visiting. It also served to keep slaves who were featured in most of the films from escaping.
In all, there were five sets, each with its own unique features. In addition to the three that the pair had already visited, there were the forest and farm sets.
“This must have cost you a fortune,” observed Sol as the two rode in the Jeep to visit the forest set.
“It was expensive,” acknowledged Ricardo. “We spent over twenty million dollars on it. And that doesn’t include the land which we already owned. Over half of that went into electronics. We have remote controlled cameras throughout and most of the property has a microphone within range. These are especially useful for chase scenes.
“There’s something here that I want you to see,” Ricardo explained as he turned the car back toward the mountain set and into the woods. They followed a wide path for several hundred yards until the woods opened into a large clearing. A huge stone structure stood before them.
“A castle,” said Sol with amazement in his voice.
“Yes,” smiled Ricardo proudly. “A castle. This is one of the favorite filming sites on the lot. Come inside and I’ll show you around.” They got out and Sol followed his host over the drawbridge and through the gate.
“It’s not finished yet,” warned Ricardo. “But we’ve completed enough to allow film crews to use it.” They were standing in a great banquet hall. A long sturdy wooden table ran most of the length of the room. Colorful banners decorated with various coats of arms were draped along the walls.
“It looks like it comes straight from medieval England,” said Sol, again with amazement in his voice.
“I’m glad you like it,” smiled Ricardo. “Follow me. There’s more. Ricardo led his guest through a door and down a dark flight of stairs. A heavy wooden door creaked on its hinges as Ricardo opened it. Inside, Sol sucked in his breath.
“A dungeon! Ricardo, you have outdone yourself! You have thought of everything. It’s magnificent.”
Ricardo laughed. “Well, some of the girls don’t think it’s so magnificent. One of the girls I’m going to show you later visited here yesterday. She didn’t like it at all.”
Sol looked around the large room. Prison cells with heavy rusting bars were along one side of the room. A stretching rack was near one of the walls and he could just imagine a naked, lithe form lying on top of it as the ropes were tightened. An iron maiden stood along one of the walls and he gasped as he opened it. The inside surfaces contained long sharp spikes. “This one looks like it’s only useful for the final act.”
Ricardo nodded in agreement. “Yes, this one puts an end to an acting career. I have never used it in any of my films but some of the other companies that rent the lot find it useful.”
Crosses of various shapes and sizes were scattered about the room. A rectangular frame that could be rotated in various directions was at one end and again, Sol could imagine a beautiful girl stretched and bound in it.
“Very impressive, Ricardo,” said Sol. “I’m seeing a lot of possibilities here. I’ll definitely be bringing my crew down here for future shoots.”
“There’s one more set to show you,” said Ricardo. “Then we’ll go back to the estate and I’ll show you the girls that I currently have in inventory.” The two men then climbed back up the stairs and out into the open air. They got back in the vehicle and rode to the last stop on the tour.
While not nearly as majestic, it was just as impressive. It was a farm, complete with livestock and crops. A red barn was the largest structure and a smaller farmhouse stood nearby.
“How do you use this set?” asked Sol with confusion apparent in his expression.
“Believe it or not,” replied Ricardo, “this is one of the most popular shooting locations. This has been the home of countless pony girl movies. Recently, a film was shot about a pig girl. This is also a good place to mate the girls with animals. Have you ever seen a horse fuck a girl?”
Sol shook his head and then Ricardo continued. “It’s quite amazing, really. If you’re still around later in the week, I’ll bring you back here. One of the girls is going to play the part of a human cow. It should be fun to watch.”
“But enough of sightseeing,” announced Ricardo. “Let’s go back to the estate. I want to show you the girls I have in stock. Then I’m sure that you have a lot to think about.”
“By the way,” said Ricardo as he steered the Jeep back toward the estate. “You are welcome to borrow one of the girls for the night if you want some entertainment.”
Sol laughed. “You truly do think of everything, Ricardo. I think I’ll take you up on your offer. A girl is just what I need.”
Chapter 2
Jane was sitting at the vanity table, simply staring into the mirror at her image. She had no idea why she was in this mess or how long she would be kept here. It was a nightmare and she only wished it would end soon. She desperately wanted to get back to her family.
Three weeks ago, her life had been normal and safe. Three weeks ago, she was happy and content. Three weeks ago, she was a wife and mother and all that she wanted in this world now was to be able to return to her life from three weeks before.
She looked into the mirror and was surprised at what she saw. She still looked remarkably good despite the horror and torment of the past three weeks. She had not been able to sleep well since she was kidnapped and would have expected to see dark bags under her eyes. Her body had been used and abused during her captivity and she expected to see her face showing signs of the stress. But none of that was evident. She looked as fresh as ever.
The twenty eight year old mother of two was unbelievably beautiful. Despite having given birth to her second daughter only three months earlier, she had her original form back. And it was an exceptional form.
At six feet tall, she had long shapely legs that led to elegantly formed hips that were neither overstated nor understated. She was afraid that her waist would suffer after the second childbirth but it had quickly regained its shape and tone. The body could only be described as svelte and sexy.
The only aspect that had not regained its original form was her breasts. Now she wore a 36C cup bra compared to her normal 36B from before the pregnancy. At least she used to wear a 36C bra. She had been kept mostly naked since her capture and even when she was allowed to wear clothes for the awful pornographic movies that they filmed her in, she was never allowed to wear bras.
With 36B cup breasts, her overall form could be described as sleek; Long and tall with elegant curves and swells. Her larger breasts seemed to detract from that sleekness a bit but she did not mind. She actually thought that the fuller breasts were more in proportion to the rest of her body.
People described her face as divine. There was an innocent girl-next-door look about her but also a sophistication that almost everyone found appealing. Long silky light blonde hair framed her face and flowed over her shoulders and down her back. Now, her hair was the only thing that provided her any modesty at all but the film crews usually tucked all of it over her shoulders to leave her prominent breasts exposed to view.
Her little thatch of pubic hair was darker than that on her head but she was a natural blonde. It just grew darker down there. At least it used to. As soon as her captors brought her to this place, they had the little patch of hair removed. Now, she had a bald mound which just enhanced the sleek look.
It had been a normal day when she was captured. She had taken the girls shopping for food in the morning. After returning home, she fixed her older daughter lunch and then they went to the park for an hour or so. They returned home for nap time and she had just finished nursing Annie and gone back downstairs to clean up when the doorbell rang.
Two men were standing on the front porch with a box on a dolly. “Delivery,” one of the men said when she opened the door.
“But I’m not expecting any deliveries,” she informed them.
“Hmmm,” said the man as he looked down at his clipboard. “Is this the Harbridge residence?”
“Yes,” Jane nodded. “It is.”
The man smiled. “Then we have a package for you.”
She stepped aside and let the men wheel the dolly into the house. “I wonder what’s in the box.”
“You,” replied the man who had not yet spoken. He reached out and placed a hand on her shoulder. She felt a stab to her shoulder and immediately started to feel faint. The two men caught her arms as she started to collapse and the last words she heard were “You are in the box.”
She woke up some time later and found herself bound and balled up inside of a box. It felt like she was also naked although she was warm enough. She heard the humming of an engine and wondered where she was. Then she blacked out again.
The next time she woke up, she was lying face up on top of a table. Her arms were over her head and bound to one end of the table. Her legs were spread to the corners of the other end and similarly bound. A naked girl was kneeling on the table between her spread legs and was just finishing shaving the hair off of her mound.
“Get off of me!!!” she screeched. That’s when her nightmare began in earnest. Since that time, she had been hunted and beaten and tortured in unspeakable ways. She had been sexually used and abused by both men and women. And all the time that she was being tormented, she was being filmed.
She hoped that the movies were just being made for the sick, twisted private viewing of her sick, twisted captors. But she suspected that they had more commercial interests in mind. She assumed that the movies were to be distributed and sold for profit. And she only hoped that her husband and her parents and her friends never saw them or even heard of them.
“We have two girls in inventory currently,” said Ricardo as he led Sol upstairs in the massive estate. “There are more down at the club and I’ll show you that tomorrow. But I have two in my private collection.”
“You are a man of modest needs if you only keep two in stock,” observed Sol. “I would have expected you of a much larger harem.”
“I’m not sure how modest my needs are,” replied Ricardo. “But I generally keep my inventory low. I do refresh the stock frequently, though. Generally, I sell one to the club after a while and replace her with a fresh catch.”
“How many enterprises do you control, if I may ask?” queried Sol. “You seem to be quite diversified.”
Ricardo nodded. “I am. I started with Skull Productions and that is still quite profitable. As you know, we specialize in BDSM films that run from very light to quite sadistic. We even occasionally produce snuff but we have largely gotten away from that in recent years.”
“Then there is the studio company,” he continued. “You have seen the outside lots today where a wide variety of movies can be filmed. There are also internal sets for other scenes. We rent the sets to other production companies and that has been our fastest growing business. Cuchilla is quickly becoming the location of choice for the industry and we have the most advanced and the most diverse studio in all of Cuchilla.”
“I mentioned the club. That is our third business and it evolved as a way to generate more income out of the girls we own. It’s not a growing business but the income is steady and the operation is quite lucrative. Men and women can rent one of the girls for a fixed period of time and can use them for just about anything their heart desires.”
“Slave trading is our newest enterprise,” he went on. “We’re just getting started in that and so far most of our merchandise has been Cuchillan girls and a few young men also from Cuchilla. Eventually, we want to diversify our product offering but we are expanding slowly. We want to establish a reputation for quality and there’s no sense in expanding too fast and letting the quality slip.”
“That’s quite a set of businesses,” remarked Sol. “Only in Cuchilla.”
Ricardo smiled. “Yes, only in Cuchilla could these businesses exist. Come, I’ll show you the first girl.”
He led Sol to a wall along the hallway and pressed a button. A panel slid open and a room appeared behind the glass. “Don’t worry. It’s a one way mirror. She won’t be able to see you. Or hear you either for that matter. The room is sound proofed.”
Sol looked into the room and saw a tall raven-haired girl standing at the mirror, inspecting her back. Her back was criss-crossed with angry looking welts from a recently applied whipping. Her breasts, which were quite generous and full, were mottled in shades of red and purple and blue from whatever abuse they had received. But despite the damage to her body, it was obvious that she was extremely beautiful.
“Her name is Bethany,” explained Ricardo. “I acquired her a few months ago and she has proven to be quite profitable. She’ll need a week now, however, to heal. Then we’ll use her to make more money. She was the one who visited the castle dungeon set yesterday. I can’t wait to see how that film turned out.”
“Yes, she looks like an exquisite creature,” observed Sol. “And the marks on her body only enhance her beauty in my mind. How did you acquire her?”
“She was a targeted collection although she’s a bit of a bitch. She’s got an attitude that won’t quit. But we’ll gradually ease her out of it,” Ricardo responded. “She’s nineteen and the daughter of a Texas billionaire. Her picture was in all of the magazines until a few months ago. As soon as I saw her, I knew I had to have her. So I sent a team to collect her and she’s belonged to me ever since.
Sol nodded as he listened and watched the girl lifting her breasts to inspect the damage and wincing from the pain of touching her brutalized orbs. Now he knew why he recognized the girl’s beautiful face. He had seen her in some of those magazines and he remembered all of the commotion and scandal when she disappeared. If he was not mistaken, the authorities still had no clue about what had happened to her.
“Isn’t it dangerous to collect someone like that?” he asked.
“Not really,” replied Ricardo. “Sometimes it takes some time to find the right moment to make the grab. But if you’re patient, there’s always an opening.”
“I might have to try that if I decide to start shooting my films here. Do you have a place where I can keep my girls?”
“Of course,” smiled Ricardo. “I’ll show you the kennels tomorrow. And if you allow them to be used at the club, we waive the boarding fee.”
“Very reasonable,” nodded Sol.
“Come this way,” Ricardo said as he pushed the button again, causing the panel to start to slide back down. “I’ll show you my most recent acquisition.”
“Wait,” said Sol. “Before we do, are her breasts real or have you had them enhanced?”
“They’re all natural,” replied Ricardo.
“Remarkable!” he commented as the panel slid down, finally hiding the bruised beauty from his view. “They’re so full.”
They continued down the hall and Ricardo pushed another button. An identical panel slid upward, revealing another elegantly appointed room.
“This is Jane,” Ricardo said. “She has been with us for only three weeks. But she’s turning out to be a natural at this. She’s unbelievable in the scenes she has played in. She’s going to be a star. And she’s going to make me a fortune.”
‘Another beauty,” said Sol as he gazed into the room. Jane was sitting at the vanity and just staring at her reflection in the mirror. Despite her sitting position, Sol could tell that the girl had a fabulous body and he marveled at the pure innocence in her face.
“Another set of abundant breasts,” observed Sol. “You and I seem to have very similar tastes in the female form.”
“Yes, her breasts are quite generous,” agreed Ricardo. “But part of that is probably because she’s lactating. She just had a baby three months ago.”
“Lactating, huh?” Sol’s ears perked up at that comment. There was nothing in the world that he liked better than fresh mother’s milk. “It’s amazing that she’s so trim after just delivering a baby. She’s truly exquisite. And unmarked too. You must be pampering her.”
Ricardo laughed. “None of my girls would ever consider herself to be pampered. Jane has just had more time to heal. She was pretty well bruised up a week ago.”
“I notice that neither of your girls has your famous brand,” commented Sol. “Why is that?”
Sol was referring to the trademark of Skull Productions. Almost all of the starlets who were featured in the company’s movies sported a brand on their right ass cheeks in the shape of a skull and cross bones.
“I don’t brand them until I sell them to the club. All of the girls you see there tomorrow will have the mark. I think Bethany will receive hers soon too. Jane, I’m not so sure about. We’ll have to play that one by ear.”
Sol nodded as he listened. Then he commented again. “Well, I like the tits on this one too. They look like wonderful playthings.”
“I have another girl arriving early next week,” said Ricardo. “If you like these breasts, you’ll love the new ones.”
“Where are you grabbing her?” asked Sol.
“She’s an American,” Ricardo answered. “But there’s no grab involved this time. She’s a volunteer.”
“Really?” said a surprised Sol. “I never would have guessed that people would volunteer for this sort of thing.”
Ricardo laughed. “She isn’t aware that this is what she is volunteering for. But she’s coming here by her own choice. If things work out as planned, it will be the last choice she ever has to worry about.”
“Tell me more,” urged Sol.
“Her name is Angela,” explained Ricardo. “I met her recently at a slave auction where she was buying a new girl.”
“Ah,” nodded Sol. “Enslaving a mistress. Isn’t that risky?”
“Most things about this business are risky,” replied Ricardo. “But you know what they say: No risk; no reward.”
“She’s absolutely beautiful; stunning really,” Ricardo continued. “She’s thirty seven so she’s older than anyone I’ve ever owned. But I think you’ll agree that she’ll be a great addition to my collection. I’m looking forward to playing her.”
“Do you mean playing with her?”
Ricardo laughed again. “That too. Playing with her will be heavenly. She is a natural sexual beast. But playing her will be exciting too. She thinks she’s coming here for a mock girl hunt. Little does she knows that she’ll be the prey and that it’s for keeps.”
“It sounds like an interesting game,” smiled Sol. “I think I’ll enjoy setting up shop here. Your country offers much more exciting opportunities than my own.”
Ricardo nodded. “Cuchilla is our future. It is very lucrative for us here. And life is much more pleasurable. Have you decided if you want one of the girls for tonight?”
“Oh, I definitely want one of the girls for tonight,” replied Sol. “You are very kind with your offer. It’s difficult to choose though. They’re both so exquisite. But I think that I’ll take the new mother.”
“I’ll have Jane delivered to your room later then,” said Ricardo. “But no marks on her. She is performing tomorrow. Which reminds me.” Ricardo reached out and pushed another button on the wall.
“Yes Master?” a female voice spoke through the speaker.
“Maria, have the pygmies suit up tomorrow morning.”
“Yes, Master.”
Sol raised his eyebrows. “It seems that you have more slaves than just these two.”
“Oh, I have dozens, Sol. I have kitchen slaves and house slaves and garden slaves. Maria is my office slave. But I only have two pleasure slaves at the moment.”
Chapter 3
Jane shook her head in disgust the next morning. She thought back on her previous evening with the revolting visitor. The man was balding and overweight and uncouth. And she had been delivered to him by one of the maids almost as if she was a mint to be left on the pillow.
Sol had been in the room when she arrived and he had the maid bind her to the frame that was in the middle of the room. Once the maid was finished, Jane was stretched tightly with her limbs pulled toward the four corners of the frame.
“Welcome, sweet Jane,” the gross man had said once the maid departed. He stood in front of her and pawed at her breasts. “I understand that you’re a little moo cow.”
She wanted to spit at him but had already learned that she would be cruelly punished for resisting or fighting back. Instead, she endured the humiliation of his pudgy fingers sinking into her tender orbs.
“And we all know that little moo cows need to be milked,” he continued. “You’re a lucky girl. I happen to be very experienced at milking.”
His fingers started manipulating the breasts. He stroked and tugged and stroked some more, letting his fingers grip the soft flesh near the base and then draw outward toward the nipple. She watched the fingers sink into her delicate globes and then stretch them outward over and over again.
“Maybe we need a little suction to get the flow started,” he said. She felt her stomach lurch as he lowered his greasy lips to her nipple and stifled a groan as he sucked the stiff little nubbin into his mouth. She wanted to scream out a protest but she knew she would be punished for that as well. She wanted to flee but she was bound securely into the frame. All that she could do was watch the tip of her breast disappearing into his mouth and feel his tongue and lips trying to coax the milk out of her.
“There we go,” he declared triumphantly as he pulled his head back. His fingers went back to work and he was able to continue the flow, sending a fine spray into the air. “Now let’s get the other one going.” His lips enclosed her other nipple and he started sucking greedily on it, causing her stomach to lurch again.
He paused and let the nipple slip from his lips. He straightened up and looked into her eyes. “I’ll bet this makes you all gooey inside, doesn’t it, little moo cow?”
She shook her head to disagree with him but he ignored her response. He lowered a hand between her spread thighs and brusquely rammed a finger into her sex, causing her to gasp. A smile slowly crept across his face as he continued to look into her eyes. He slowly pumped the finger in and out of her pussy, causing her to blush. She was wet, she realized. How could her body react like that to something so disgusting?
“You’re not a moo cow at all,” he taunted her as his stubby finger pumped in and out of her. “You’re my little moo slut. But don’t worry. I know how to take good care of moo sluts.” Her cheeks were burning crimson from shame at this point as he saw him lean forward and engulf her nipple again. He resumed sucking on it as his fingers manipulated the other one and continued the spray of milk that should have been reserved for her young daughter who needed her mother.
“There we go,” he finally declared as he pulled his head back again. He moved his hand from the other breast and squeezed and stroked the mound, sending milk spraying into the air.
The other hand was removed from her sex and she heard a zipper being lowered. Then both hands were gripping her breasts and coaxing her milk from her. His shirt was soaking by this point but he was undeterred. He used her breasts as handles as he continued to squeeze them and rotated the frame backward until she was horizontal. Now, the fountains of milk were shooting into the air and falling back upon her nudity.
He moved forward and started poking between her legs with his cock. Without the use of his hands, he poked around a few times before he found the right spot. Then he sank his cock fully into her. He was not very well endowed, much to her relief. Or maybe he was but his fat belly would not allow the cock to penetrate very deeply. Whatever the reason, she was thankful. He sawed in and out of her for about five minutes, continuing the rain of milk with his manipulative fingers.
Finally, he pulled out of her. She had not even noticed him climaxing in her if he had done that. But then he rotated her back a little more. “Moo cows need a tail. I think I know just the right thing for your tail.”
Again, she felt the cock probing but this time it was between her bottom cheeks. She groaned. Until three weeks ago, nothing had ever been in her bottom. Since arriving in this hellhole, though, it seemed that everyone wanted to stuff her back there. She grunted as the cock plunged into her ass and violated her.
He was now aiming the spray so that it landed on her face. It quickly soaked her hair and she felt the slimy little rod pistoning in and out of her ass. But he did not last long in her tight nether tunnel. He quickly grunted and then withdrew. The maid returned to collect her shortly after that and she was allowed to bathe and sleep in her own bed in her own cell in her own private hell.
It was morning now and she was on the set for whatever indignities she would be subjected to next. She shuddered when she was delivered to the jungle set. She had been here before where the Amazons had abused her cruelly. Would she be abused by the tall, beautiful females again?
Maybe not, she concluded. The last time she was here, she was dressed more like a native girl. She wore a loin cloth and a bra made of animal skins. She also had a dagger strapped to a thigh to enhance the primitive appearance.
This time, she was much more fully clothed. In fact, she looked like she was going on a safari this time. She was wearing a long-sleeved khaki shirt, although it was unbuttoned to her navel and she was not wearing a bra. Still, she was covered.
She also wore long khaki pants and a pair of boots. Over the shirt, she had on what could only be described as a photographer’s vest. It was also khaki in color and had tons of little pockets sewn into it, all of which seemed to be filled with things; probably lenses and rolls of film. A pistol was on her belt and the outfit was capped off with a pith helmet. This was more clothing than she had worn since her arrival to this godforsaken place.
Normally, she would be worried about staining the front of her shirt if she didn’t have a bra on. She could never predict what would cause her milk to let down. But she didn’t think that she had to worry about it this morning.
Each morning, she was awakened by one of the house slaves named Juanita. This morning was no different. As always, Juanita bathed and shampooed her and spent a long time drying her hair and brushing it out to bring out its natural luster. The last item of preparation was always dressing the blonde slave and somehow the day’s outfit was always hanging in the previously empty closet.
The second to last item of preparation each day was milking the new slave. Despite the humiliation of being milked, Jane was glad that it had happened this morning. Without that embarrassing ordeal, she was sure to be leaking through the thin khaki shirt at some point and Jane would have been mortified by that.
The milking process was actually less humiliating now than it had been at first. Maybe it was just that Jane was getting used to it. Or maybe it was because she had grown fond of the seventeen year old Juanita who cared for her each morning. Or maybe it was because of the way that the method had changed over time.
Initially, Juanita would have the blonde slave kneel on all fours on a table. A bowl was placed beneath her chest and Juanita’s slender fingers would go to work, coaxing and squeezing the dangling orbs to coax the mother’s milk from her. She felt more like a cow during this process than a girl.
Near the end of the second week, Juanita lifted the filled bowl to her lips and tasted the precious fluid that she had urged from the captive blonde. She declared it to be very, very good. The next day, she asked to drink it directly from Jane. Ever since that day, Juanita would lay on the couch with her head in Jane’s lap atop a pillow. And her soft lips and tongue would nurse from the older slave. For some reason, Jane found this method to be more comforting and natural. She would watch the girl’s cheeks indenting as Juanita suckled and would stroke the younger slave’s forehead and hair. It was like nursing little Annie again and she was much more fulfilled.
On the jungle set, Jane was handed a script which she was currently reading. The first time that she was filmed during her captivity, she refused to cooperate. Her disobedience was quickly corrected when electrodes were pushed into her pussy and ass and electric current was coursed through her body. It was the worst pain that she had ever endured and she quickly cooperated and memorized the scripts for each movie after that.
There were never many lines. These movies were apparently not viewed for their dialogue or storyline. But there was a shred of a storyline nevertheless and she played along as best she could. She even delivered the lines to the best of her ability despite having no background in acting. She had no desire to find out how she would be punished if she demonstrated poor acting skills.
She saw from the script that there would be two actors and she looked around to see who the other one was. Nobody else appeared to be around so she went back to the script. Apparently, the two of them were going to be on an African safari.
The other girl finally arrived, dressed similarly to Jane. “Hi, I’m Elizabeth,” the woman said with what sounded like an Australian accent. “I guess we’re starring together today.” The two of them chatted for a bit until it was time for the filming to start.
Elizabeth was beautiful. She had soft auburn hair peeking out from under her hat and had a very pretty, fresh looking face. Her body was beautiful also with a slender waist and a bountiful chest. In fact, the girl’s breasts strained against the material of her shirt, exposing quite a bit of cleavage along with the full inner swells of the full mounds. She was a couple of inches shorter than Jane and appeared to be in her early twenties.
The movie opened with the two of them walking down a jungle path. “Do you think we’re near the lost city yet?” asked Jane.
“Probably,” replied Elizabeth. “The map said it should be near here. But I don’t know how we’ll ever find it in this thick jungle.”
“I hope we find gold and other treasures there,” said Jane. She delivered the lines well but she was thinking about how hokey and contrived the dialogue was.
“I just hope we don’t find any natives,” Elizabeth responded.
“Or snakes,” added Jane.
The filming stopped there and the two girls were taken by Jeep to the next location for the next shoot. Once again, they delivered their lines as they walked along a trail. Eventually, the path opened up to a clearing where they could see ruins standing. The pyramid was covered with jungle growth and looked very authentic.
They each had two more lines to deliver and then the script ended. From previous experience, however, Jane knew that this did not indicate the end of the filming. In fact, in many ways, it was just the beginning. This was where whatever horrible things would happen to them would start. They did not need a script at that point. Their natural and authentic terror and reactions would be captured on film.
Ten dark-skinned people wearing grass skirts and carrying spears and other weapons appeared in front of them and started advancing toward the girls. They were very short and Jane realized that they were pygmies.
“Run, Jane,” shouted Elizabeth.
They both turned and ran back in the direction they had just come. But ten more were blocking their way. “Use your gun, Jane,” Elizabeth shouted.
Immediately, Jane pulled the pistol out of her belt. But she had no idea how these things worked. She pointed and pulled the trigger but nothing happened. The pygmies were running at her so she started running in the only direction that was open to her. She heard Elizabeth’s gun firing and kept fiddling with her own as she ran.
Finally, it fired so she stopped and turned, pointing the pistol and pulling the trigger. “BANG! BANG! BANG! A couple of pygmies went down but the rest just kept running after her. She started running again after a spear whizzed past her hip.
More pygmies appeared in front of her and one got close enough to grab her. She shot the pistol at him and he dropped to the ground but not before he grabbed the vest. One shoulder of the vest was ripped open and now it dangled uselessly from the other shoulder.
Elizabeth kept firing her weapon as Jane continued to evade the tiny pursuers. An arrow whistled past her and Jane turned again. Pygmies showed up to her left and she turned again. It was almost as if she was being herded. She ran as fast as she could and pygmies kept popping up beside her. She would dodge in a new direction.
The vest was finally torn away from her but she turned and ran again. She noticed that Elizabeth’s gun was silent now and she glanced over her shoulder to see what happened to her fellow adventurer. All that she saw, however, was pygmies with bows drawn and spears ready, chasing after her.
She gasped as she jumped over something in the field, recognizing it as Elizabeth. A dart with red feathers attached was sticking out of the side of her neck. Oh god, she thought. They’re trying to kill us!
Another pygmy appeared and grabbed her shirt. It was torn down the back, allowing it to slide off her shoulders and down her pumping arms. Now, her chest was exposed and her breasts were freely visible, bouncing wildly.
She was herded to the pyramid and ran along its base. She turned the corner and stopped dead in her tracks. A semicircle of pygmies, brandishing their spears, was standing there and waiting for her. The ones who were chasing her closed in behind her, closing the circle. She was surrounded! She was trapped! She shrieked and then dropped to her knees, sobbing.
If she had paused to think about her situation, she probably would have been less panicky. This was similar to each of the movie shoots she had been in. There was a short script and then sheer terror set in. It was all so predictable. But she didn’t pause to think. She looked around and saw all of the pygmies surrounding her, looking at her threateningly.
They were a fierce looking bunch. Each was armed with multiple weapons and they all wore the same sort of ritualistic war paint on their faces and upper bodies. And they were all mostly naked. Some of them were completely naked.
None of them wore anything on their feet. About half of them wore grass skirts but the crotches of the rest of them were exposed to her view or were covered with only a very narrow loincloth. She saw several of the cocks starting to thicken and elongate as the savages stared at her.
Several of them were women, she finally realized. She hadn’t noticed that at first because they were all running and because of the war paint. The women had smallish breasts but they were obviously female. And they looked every bit as ferocious and dangerous as their male counterparts.
The circle closed in a little bit and she stood up and cringed. She glanced around for a way to escape but she could tell that would never happen. They were all around her. She pulled the sleeves of her tattered shirt up her arms and onto her shoulders. At least she would be able to provide herself with a little modesty.
“Ogumwawa!!!” shouted one of the males as she did that. She almost jumped out of her skin at the sound and glanced around nervously, trying to figure out who said that and what she should do.
“Ogumwawa!!!” the words came again. One of the males stepped forward, brandishing a spear. She had not noticed him before and she realized that he was actually brandishing two spears.
His face was covered by a wooden mask that was intricately carved and painted. Was this the chief? Was he some kind of medicine man? Who was he?
He held his long spear forward, pointing it threateningly at her. But he had another spear also. Sprouting from his crotch was the most enormous cock she had ever seen. And it was fully erect and pointing at her just as threateningly as the wooden spear. How could someone so tiny have such a huge cock?
The circle continued to close on her until she felt the tips of the spears against her flesh, threatening to puncture her body. She kept herself very still and tried to control her breathing to make sure she was not stabbed by accident.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw movement. She glanced to the side quickly and gasped at what she saw. Elizabeth had been stripped naked. Her wrists and ankles were bound to a long pole and her inert body hung from it as two pygmies carried her past the tight circle that had captured Jane. Was she even alive at this point?
Other bodies were attached to other poles in a similar manner and were being carried past the little circle. Were these the pygmies that she and Elizabeth had shot?
Wooden Mask said something else that was totally unintelligible to Jane. But the others seemed to understand. The spears went to work and within moments Jane stood naked but for her boots in the middle of the little circle. Their blades had efficiently sliced away all of her clothing.
“Stop that!!!” she cried. She raised her hands to cover her breasts and sex to try to protect them from the lecherous stares and the sharp spear points. But hands reached out and grasped her wrists, pulling them down. She kept being pulled downward until she was kneeling again.
A kind of yoke was fitted around her neck and her arms were strapped to the two poles that stuck out to the sides of the yoke. Now her arms were bound and there would be no protecting her modesty. Wooden Mask moved forward and grasped his cock, waving it back and forth to slap her cheeks with it repeatedly.
“Stop that!!!” she protested again. A wooden ball was pushed into her mouth and leather straps were fastened behind her head to keep it in place. “Mmmfffff!!!”
Wooden Mask slapped her face with his cock again and again, causing her to blush furiously. Then she was pulled to her feet and marched off in the direction she had seen them taking Elizabeth.
Elizabeth was groggy when the pygmies pushed Jane into their camp. But at least she was still alive! She was bound between four upright poles. Her body was parallel to the ground and a pygmy was between her stretched legs, pumping his cock in and out of the auburn-haired girl.
The pygmies worked as a team. They lay Jane on the ground between four more poles. They removed her boots and then the yoke, leaving her completely naked. Then they tied ropes to her wrists and ankles and hoisted her into the air. Soon Jane had a pygmy fucking her too and she felt the cock sliding easily in and out of her even as it stretched her sex painfully.
For the rest of the day, pygmies made sexual playthings out of the two girls. Wooden Mask was the first one to rape Jane and she groaned as his huge cock stretched her uncomfortably. One of the female pygmies removed Jane’s gag and pulled her face to her crotch before Jane even had a chance to protest. And when Jane refused to lick the tiny woman, she heard something unintelligible being uttered and then felt a sharp pain to her left nipple. She got the message and started moving her tongue to avoid further pain.
Three males deposited their seed into her womb before she was able to bring the female to climax. But eventually, the female tensed and groaned. Jane’s nipple still hurt and she lifted her head as soon as the female released her. She gasped as she saw that a dart had been jabbed into her left nipple. God that hurt!
Men kept fucking her throughout the day and cocks were jammed into her pussy, her ass and her mouth. The women were not to be denied their fun with the beautiful blonde captive, though. Jane lost track of how many pussies she ate and how many fists were jammed into her pussy. She even ended up with someone’s hand being pushed into her ass which was excruciatingly painful. She shrieked nonstop throughout that horrible ordeal.
Both girls were either shrieking or sobbing or begging constantly. But their pleas fell on deaf ears. Finally, Jane shouted, “Mgumbo gama dumbo ogala!”
“What was that?” asked an astonished Elizabeth as she heard Jane uttering the strange words with such emphasis.
“I don’t know,” sobbed Jane. “But they don’t seem to understand English.”
“What did you say?” asked Elizabeth.
“I don’t know, uggghhhh.” Jane replied. But a new cock was forced down her throat before she could finish her sentence.
Finally, the rapes stopped. Jane could feel sperm oozing out of her pussy and ass and felt sperm drying on her face and chest. Her head lolled backward in exhaustion and she rested until she heard movement nearby. She turned her head and saw the pygmies working on Elizabeth. She was lowered to the ground and the four ropes that previously held her aloft were removed.
Jane watched as fresh rope was wound around the base of each of Elizabeth’s full breasts. The rope was pulled tighter and tighter until the breasts looked like two huge balloons on her chest. She was stood up and the other end of the rope was tossed over a tree limb. Then a half dozen pygmies tugged on the rope, taking out the slack until the rope was taut. They kept pulling and quickly Elizabeth’s feet left the ground and the poor girl was shrieking. They’re hanging her by her breasts!
“We do speak English,” a voice said. Jane quickly turned her head and saw Wooden Mask standing next to her with his cock still rampant in front of him.
“Why are you doing this to us?”
“Because we have needs,” Wooden Mask replied. “You have seen to our lust. Now you will see to our hunger.”
Jane gulped. “What do you mean?” She winced as she heard the snap of a whip and heard Elizabeth shriek again.
“Your friend is being tenderized for tomorrow’s meal,” he responded. Jane winced again and again as the whip established a steady rhythm. “You will feed us tonight.”
Jane didn’t know what the pygmy meant but she didn’t like the sound of it. A woman pushed an apple into her mouth. It stretched her jaw painfully and lodged behind her teeth. Try as she might, she could not push it out.
She was eventually lowered to the ground and then bound in a new way. She was kneeling and her forearms were tied to her thighs with a spreader bar between her knees, ensuring that she remained kneeling. Then she was carried to another part of the camp and placed in a huge pot, still kneeling.
Water was added to the pot until her breasts were bobbing on the surface. The fire beneath the pot was lit and then several of the women started slicing up vegetables and adding them to the water.
Oh my god! They’re cooking me! They’re cooking me alive!
Jane struggled but she was bound too securely. The women kept adding onions and carrots and potatoes to the water and it was looking more and more hopeless. One of the pygmy women leaned over the edge of the pot and scooped Jane’s right breast out of the water. She turned to the other women, giving the breast a squeeze and licking her lips. And the water kept getting warmer and warmer.
Jane groaned.
To be continued